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... athways. The faint moonlit carvings, symbols of the sect’s pride and history, lay buried beneath layers of frost and ruin. Bodies—friends, comrades, disciples he had trained alongside—littered the ground, their lifeless forms twisted and broken. The sect, once an unshakable fortress, now stood as a graveyard.
The storm howled like a dirge, its mournful wails carrying the echoes of screams and clashes still fresh in Xu Ziqing’s ears. He forced himself to keep moving, his hand gripping the ...
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